CRUSH
Gigi’s head tips up,mine swoops down, and then I’m tasting her. Fuck. Fuck everything I’ve tried to stay away from. She’s sin and temptation wrapped up into one, hands going to my shirt, fisting it with her fingers, and when her skin touches mine, it sears me. My lips shouldn’t be on Gigi’s, so innocent in every movement, hesitant until I lick her lower lip. Her gasp of breath gains me entrance inside. The flavor of this doe-eyed girl is messing with my head after not even a full week out of prison, and I’ve got her up against a wall out in the open where any brother, prospect, or Ol’ Lady can see us. Not that I give a shit if they do. She might, though. It still doesn’t stop me from taking her mouth, tasting the mint and undertones of all that is Gigi.
My hand digs into her hair, arching her head back, attempting to get deeper, even though I know it’s not fuckin’ possible. When we’re both breathless from me devouring her, my mouth moves to her neck, kissing, licking, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe that will keep some of the prospects from lookin’ at her ass. There was no way my eyes weren’t on Gi the entire time last night. She doesn’t even know that dumb fucks were lookin’ her way. Always with that pretty head in the clouds, eyes on whatever she’s after. It’s a wonder the girl hasn’t been hurt by tripping alone.
“Silas.” The softness in her tone, the way she arches her body into mine, causes me to step closer to her. The way she fits me perfectly, taller than most of the women here, yet she fuckin’ owns it. The top of her head hits right at my chin, making it easy for her to fit against me.
“You like that, doe, my mouth on you? I bet you’ve never been kissed before today, Gigi, never known what it’s like to feel a man want you as badly as your body needs his.” The fact that all I get is a whimper should make me aware of just how true that statement is. It doesn’t stop me from sucking the side of her neck deeper, pulling it until I know it’s purple and tinged with red along the outer edges.
“Don’t you dare stop.” My hand moves to her leg, lifting it up, wrapping it around my waist, her body pulling mine in even closer. Fuck, these scrubs she’s wearing, shapeless, doing nothing for her body, though I gotta thank the medical gods for them right about now because I can feel her warmth seeping from between her legs. It’s only making me harder, wanting to feel her cunt wrapped around my cock, taking me as I take her innocence, and that thought is what has me pulling away, second-guessing everything,
“Son of a bitch.” It doesn’t matter that my body is on fire for Gigi’s, not in the least. I’m no fucking better than that cocksucker Winslow, and I’ll be damned if I’m lumped into that category.
“What the hell, Silas?” Her eyes pop open. Another side of Gigi I learn about is that her eyes that are usually brown in color and only turn the golden color at night clearly become the same way when she’s turned on. Fuck my life. This is going to be harder than I’d ever admit.
“Not fuckin’ you against the wall. Shit, I’m not fuckin’ you, period. This was a mistake. My mistake that won’t ever happen again. I’ll take care of your piece-of-shit car, get it runnin’ until you can figure out whatever the hell you’re after. Not some dumbass who’s never looked at a car before only doing it to attempt to get in your pants.” My hand goes to my mouth, attempting to wipe the taste of Georgiana off me, not like it fuckin’ helps or actually happens. With my luck, I’ll never get her flavor away from me.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for you to take me up against a metal wall then, huh? Jesus, I’m going to grab my clothes, and I’ll stay with Collins. No way am I going to deal with your hot-and-cold attitude. Thanks for the kiss and the mark I’m sure you left. It’ll be a nice reminder to stay the hell away from you, this time for good.” I watch as Gigi bends down. The V-neck scrub top she’s wearing gapes open, giving me a view of tits that are wrapped in lace. Her purse is back on her shoulder, and then she’s storming off.
My head dips down, knowing I screwed up, knowing there’s going to be hell to pay for messing with Gigi. And it won’t be her who will leave my parents’ house. Fuck that. I’ll be making sure she and my parents know I’ll be in the clubhouse from now on.
“Fuck, she’s not even twenty-one,” I say out loud after watching Gigi leave as fast as her legs can move.
“No shit, Sherlock. You’re an idiot.” Of course, my baby sister would choose that moment to make her grand appearance.
“When’d you get here?” I ask. Sedona’s eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Wouldn’t you like to know that? Let’s just say I’ll help you smooth things over with Gigi if you promise not to be an epic dickhole again,” she offers.
“Can’t promise that. She’s too young and too damn innocent,” I reply.
“Your loss, lover boy.” With that, I turn towards Gigi’s car. May as well get to work. It’s not like I’ll be getting sleep any time soon, not with the way she’s plaguing my every fuckin’ thought.